Haste

Off Parting Sound

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Farther off the course,
It seems we are drifting
Grab at anything just
To call ourselves back home
This sea is furious

She has lost patience and thus
We will sip now from our early graves
We built the craft and chose
The course farthest from suffering

Sleep now with proud hearts
And with dreams to wake
Should we weather this day

Shall we brave against
The unknown obstacles set on our way
Or give her up to where the winds may lead?
It seems the easy way

Moments from sinking
Monument gray faces
Are the weary from the strain
Our wills give way to hunger
Is the sacrifice too great?

As men do tired minds wander
Can our course now be changed?
My captain, we are taking on water

This ship has run aground
We have risked this shallow channel...
Drowning off parting sound

The breath of christ in me
With every toss of the waves
I've found that there is so much more to this
Comfort still gets in the way
Somehow, at the end of this
With every wind at my sail i'll touch ground
When my comes in..

If only tired bones were made of wood
We could say
We could give up this endless task

Despite the rising tide
The weather-worn ship
Remains steady and upright

Set out in search of greater things
And we nearly lost our way

The breath of christ in me
With every toss of the waves
I've found that there is so much more to this
Comfort still gets in the way
Somehow, at the end of this
With every wind at my sail i'll touch ground
When my comes in...


Autor(es): Haste